Mavis Dracula Novels & Stories

But he’d just held me like I was something fragile something he didn’t want to break but might anyway. I stumbled back to my room, still shaking. •••••••••••• I couldn’t paint. I tried. My hands trembled too much. Every brushstroke ended up blurred or messy, colors blending into each other like the thoughts in my head. I sat in front of the canvas and stared, trying not to think about the burn in Silas’s voice or the haunted look in his eyes. What was he hiding? And who was that woman? The one in the black dress and red hat the one who looked like she stepped out of a vampire noir fantasy. Claire said she was a friend, but something in her eyes screamed danger. Not warmth. Not affection. Som

Marris touched the scar across her cheek with shaking fingers. “A hooded girl came under another name, killed the collector, burned my mark, and told me to run before her father learned mercy had worn her hands.” Every servant turned toward Otsana. So did I. My sister looked trapped, furious, and exposed in a way no accusation had ever made her. “What name?” I asked softly. Marris looked at me, then at the sister Adolphus had raised to hate my mother’s memory. “She called herself Fia,” Marris whispered. “She said shadows could hide monsters, but sometimes shadows also hid girls who still remembered how to save someone.”

Mavis collapsed to the floor coughing violently while dragging air desperately back into her lungs. Aurelian immediately crouched before her. “What did you do to Rhydian?” Mavis slowly lifted her head, her eyes colder than steel. “Kill me,” she whispered hoarsely, “and forget about ever being with him.” Aurelian’s heartbeat stopped. “At the upcoming mating ritual…” A twisted smile slowly spread across her face. “Rhydian will choose me as his mate.” “What?” Aurelian breathed out in disbelief. Mavis’ smile deepened. “I have already completed everything I needed to do.”

Meave Spelman. 3 days. That's how long I've been stuck in Cressida woth a stupid gold collar on my neck disabling my ability to perform magic nor communicate with my Family or anyone witch at all. I've been stuck in his Mansion but I had the company of Anessa; Xavier and Xander's Little sister. Meryl; Xander's mate who is pregnant. Anessa is some kind of Spiritual Vampire. She sees the past and future and can communicate with the dead. And many other things.

Adrienne said with a trace of ice in her voice. As Adrienne Mallory laid Mary on the ground checking her pulses first, then loosening the ribbon around her neck and lifting Mary’s feet to her lap while she removed her shoes and socks while massaging the sole of her feet in the process, Alaric simply observed her and spoke without wonder. “You’re the elusive red witch of Ardelean Village. The infallible firehead who deeply scorns the vampires of Emrick City. Adrienne Mallory.” He said with ice-cold clearness.

She smiles as a tear falls down her cheek “Those sparks were the only way I used to know that I was in Dominic’s arms instead of either Angus’s or Leo’s.” my mother says as she enters the room, showered and dressed I hear Tina gasp and bow. “Your highness!” “Relax Tina, please call me Seraphina or Sera. I have gotten closer to Theodore in the last few years and Scarlett is right. The only way he will worry about your past is if you are. The thing with these vampires is that they are just like werewolves. They are possessive, jealous and extremely protective, but the one thing they are not, and that is takers. They never take anything that we are not willing to give them freely.”

Miss J went quiet instantly once she heard the young Witch's voice. "Of course, my dear. What is it?" her tone switched instantly. Dante grumbled to himself as he sipped his tea. "I spoke with Hecate again. Karmina's body isn't physically here anymore, but her spirit was released somehow." Willow said, seeing Dante's eyes widen just slightly at the fact she shared. "Did she say how exactly?" Miss J asked her, sounding more awake. "No, but I'm assuming it's based off whatever deal she may have made with a demon." Willow told her.

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

I'm pretty sure if she keeps smiling at him like that, one day he's just gonna give her all the food and leave the rest of us to fate. I can't blame him though, Mavis is beautiful and has such a warm personality. Apparently she got all her looks from her mum, that's what she tells me. But she believes she got her hair colour from her Dad, since her mum was blonde. It was just an assumption though. Mavis was raised by her single mother, who was Alpha Derrick's older sister. When she passed away, Alpha Derrick assumed responsibility of Mavis who was just 14 at the time. She doesn't talk about her Dad much, probably because she doesn't even know who he is.

“I refuse.” “I reckon you are mistaken, Avery dear,” Calum leaned in closer to whisper in my ear, his warm breath tickling my lobe. The myths say that vampires are cold-blooded creatures, but I guess that one’s debunked. “I am not giving you a choice. The moment I saved you, you were already bound to me.” Bound? I was admittedly starting to get nervous, but I tried to look unfazed. With a scoff, I took a step back and glared at him. “I am not bound to anything nor anyone, Calum Reed.”